Present for my mother - Who gave up her possibility and honor in field of biological, only for her six-years old son.

 

Twenty years passed, I found this machine which used to play the slides. I barely remember what she looks like in that time, cause I thought she wasn’t there, wasn’t in my childhood.

But since I found this machine, there’s a scene recalled in my head : My mother controled the machine and show me the slider, trying to made me recognize what’s on the picture when I was a child. Then, more and more memories appear, piece by piece.

After twenty years, I can finally sure that she has participated my childhood, though her face in my mind is still blur. But all these clue became clearer and useful to me to put her face together. But there is still gap between us, which is the reason I made this work trying to fix it. Did she regreted for her career? Did she blamed me or herself for forced her gave up a life which could be large diffirent from now? I’m feared to ask her for the answer, and I’m sure she will lie. so I made this work instead.

For me, and for her.